Traumatic Tinder Tale

Everyone else was doing it.... right?

I wish I could say that was the reason why I downloaded Tinder.

I think it was more on the level of I was out drinking wine, pretending to be sophisticated, when downloading tinder seemed like an amazing idea.

Sure it was fun for a while.

Sure it gave you a little ego boost when you swipe right for someone you are convinced are out of your league and the screen changes "You have a match."

It was all a bit of fun until you actually agreed to go out on a date.

Lets just call him J.

J lived near me, and we sent messages back and forth for a while.  He seemed nice.  We had a lot in common.  So when he asked me out to a local pub, I nervously agreed.

Just putting it out there how bad I am with guys.  If I like someone, I can't talk to them.  I get all shy and pathetic, so the thought of hanging out with a complete stranger terrified me.

So to try and put me at ease, Charlotte agreed to be my spy (because when you have an overactive imagination - tinder guy could always be a serial killer.)

So I walked down to the pub - late #standard - and there he was.  Nothing like his photo, but with the prospect of getting a free drink out of the deal, we went inside.

The conversation flowed.  This was the main warning sign that showed that I was not interested.  He was a lovely guy and I'm sure we could of become friends but alas that didn't happen. #spoileralert

As the night went on, and he kept buying me more and more drinks, it became harder and harder not to laugh as Charlotte would stand up and wave at me if I looked in her direction.  At one point she walked past my table in the direction of the toilets with a "come to the toilets now" kind of look.

As I excused myself, I met Charlotte in the toilets to a huge "NO!"

While I agreed with her that he was just not my type, I was hugely alarmed by the fact that Charlotte was watching him go to the bar to get our drinks.  While he was ordering me doubles, he was sticking to soft drinks and juice (while telling me that he was drinking vodka) WARNING WARNING!

So I went back to our table and we agreed that it was best to call it a night.  We lived in the same direction so we started walking together.

When it came time to part ways, he went in for the kiss, I quickly turned my head, gave him a hug and then ordered him to turn around and walk away so he wouldn't see which street I walked up. All about the trust.

He did end up messaging me a couple of days later saying he had a great time and wanted to hang out again.  I was never so grateful for working night shifts that week and having an excuse to give him.

I have heard nothing more from dear J.  So thanks for all the double vodkas and large wines strange tinder man, may I never see you in my area ever!

Tinder has left me with a bad experience that I'm pretty sure I could never get over.


Consider it deleted!

Aussie Out
xo